The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1611

Frank was already waiting at the entrance of Zamri Hospital by the time Helen and Gina arrived.

Seeing them, Frank nodded and did not waste his breath explaining. "Come with me."

Gina remained skeptical despite his confident expression and asked as she followed, "Are you sure Fleur would sign over her shares to Helen? We've talked about it on the way here, but we had to agree Fleur wants Helen gone at all costs. Why would she give up anything to Helen?"

"That's right, Frank. It's just…" Helen trailed off, eventually sighing after holding her breath for a while. "Unthinkable."

"It's fine."

Frank grinned as he produced two bottles of pills from his pocket, waving it at them. "Right now, Fleur needs these two bottles of pills just to stay alive. She would definitely cave."

Helen gaped. "You're using those pills… to blackmail her?"

"Why'd you have to word it so harshly?"

Frank chuckled. "No, she's going to buy these pills from me… Although it's entirely up to me to decide what I'm charging her."

Both Helen and Gina were certainly assured at that point. Still, Gina was also very curious as to what pill would drive Fleur to such desperation, that she would abandon her Lanecorp shares just to get them.

As Frank was very familiar with the layout inside Zamri Hospital, he led Helen and Gina inside, and they were soon outside Fleur's ICU ward.

One of the two nurses inside immediately frowned when she saw them. "Good afternoon, but this is the ICU. If you're not family—"

"Shush."

The other nurse, who was a little older, stopped her and whispered, "Are you crazy? Don't you recognize him?"

After all, the woman on the bed had an ashen-face, her body seemingly drying up as she appeared barely alive.

No one would think for a moment that the dried corpse lying there was alive… if not for the rhythmic clicks of the ventilator.

"F-Frank… Lawrence…"

Nonetheless, while Fleur was motionless a second ago, the sight of Frank, Helen, and Gina entering left her heaving, but she was so frail it only looked like impotent deathbed tantrum.

Helen could not help walking closer to ask, "Are you alright, Madam Lang?"

"Out… Out…" Fleur wheezed, her lifeless eyes somehow conveying her spite.